LET IT BE
"You’re really good at not letting people love you."
"There is a huge amount of freedom that comes to you when you take nothing personally."
I want to love a thunderstorm -
an angry boy with thunder in his eyes,
cut glass teeth and a lightning bolt tongue
that sparks a fire in my veins
with every tumultuous kiss.
Or perhaps a boy with wildfire
flickering in his eyes. With smoke that billows
from the corners of his smirk,
and spills into the capacity
of my unassuming lungs.
Or maybe he’ll be a hurricane -
gentle at first, then crashing
and capturing my seashell heart
in all his saltwater love.